Alexander Pov
        We did the tests. She's my sister. I don't understand how I could possibly erase a whole person from my memory but I did. I paced around my room. "Sister? Sister..." I muttered to myself. There was a knock on my door.
"Sí? Erm..yes?" I said.
Why did I get Spanish and English mixed up? Don't ask. Because I don't know the answer. The door opened. Jefferson. Of course. The last person I want to see right now.
"Are you okay? You've been locked in your room for two days and when I have seen you, you're muttering to yourself. Im honestly concerned." He said.
"¡Pero esto no tiene sentido!" I shouted. He just stared at me.
"Ugh. Americans." I mumbled.
"In my situation that's what you would fucking do. I have a fucking sister Jefferson! A fucking sister!" I exclaimed.
"....and? I have ten thousand sisters. Why does this matter?" He asked.
"My. Whole. Family. Is. Dead. That's why it fucking matters." I growled. "...how can your whole family be dead if you have a sister?" He asked softly. "Get out!" I shouted.
"Wait, Wait! Jeez calm down ya feisty gremlin. You left your journal in the living room. Here." He tossed the journal to me.
"Did you read it?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
. "...No. I didn't." He said.
Then he left my room.
The bitch read it didn't he. I followed him into the living room.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"You most definitely read it." I said. "Okay. And?" He said, with an eyebrow raised.
This asshole think he won? I won't let that slide.
"It's mine! It has my fucking name on it!" I exclaimed.
"It does? Oh." He said.
"Dumbass." I muttered.
"What'd you say?" He asked.
"Bitch you're fucking deaf." I said, loud and clear.
"At least I don't go crying to my mommy every time I get beat up." He said. I literally just told this man that I have no family. He is freaking a real life Dory.
"I. Don't. Even. Have a mum you asshole!" I shouted. I kicked him in the shin then stormed off to my room. What an ass.